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Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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EMMANUELLE: We don't get into this much in the movie, but she's supposed to be a prostitute, or a whore, or whatever you want to call it. [laughs] SHAWNEE.

I mean, c’mon, this city sings to me – its alleys and parks continue to mend hearts and stir rebellions. It’s an open stage for raw emotions, and as a counselor, it’s served me many moments of pure truth. Sometimes, I find myself spoutin’ off lines like, “Let’s go naked into the sunset, baby!” (not exactly from Carlos but ya catch my drift!).

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